Daily Archives: April 11, 2017
.. See them there? The way they hold and mold and fold to pray? The way her arms (so wide) can heal? The way her fingers (long and lean) might play those keys, might just be the thing that soothes … Continue reading
I need a phonecall…I need a raincoat…I need a big love… – Counting Crows, Raining in Baltimore .. She wears (out) the whole album oh, that crazy (August and Everything After) ………………….again and again. But what really saves her … Continue reading
Better go back home, where you belong. – The Temptations .. .. Follow me, I know a place to run; a place to leave our hearts and tuck away. See that moon? There’s a small child on the other … Continue reading
.. shall we dawn a spring-sparked dance of bubblebreeze, drizzledawn? grin me something shimmer-skipped; scar-curled stillness, whispered on. giggle me ghosts and lull-balloons, a spilled-rose cloud that leaves too soon. leaves of green, twist-shadow sky, open the journey; melt into … Continue reading
.. rough as a cat’s tough these lake-sand shores help me pumice my poems. .. twiglets #19.
(an American sentence) .. She breathes in shades of blue, believes, leaves the sonnet writing to the breeze. .. Prompted by PAD, day 11.